Taoist chanting

Monk Wu, who practiced "King Kong's glaring eyes", did not abide by the precepts of the monks, drinking, eating meat and killing people are commonplace.

Once again, the magic treasure monk punched in vain and smashed into the air. He raised his head and let out a loud roar. The sound wave oscillated and spread, and quickly spread several miles away, forcing Tu Kun, who had turned into yellow dust, to have nowhere to hide.

This King Kong lion roar instantly superimposes the eight-character Buddha sounds of Yan, Ma, Ne, Ba, Mi, and Fei, and there are eight subtle changes under one roar. Kun slightly dizzy.

After such a long distance, it still has great power.

Tu Kun knew something was wrong, he had nowhere to hide, waved his hand, and the sword light flashed in the distance.

A huge fist shadow savagely punched Tu Kun in the air.

The yellow dust fragments were scattered everywhere, but there was no trace of Tu Kun. The magic weapon monk was so angry that he turned around to look around. The earth spirit was full of tricks and escaped with a similar amulet. This was the first time he met such a well-beaten guy .

Monk Fa Yuan hurriedly shouted, "Junior brother, stop! Fellow Taoist, admit defeat, don't fight any more."

The earth ridge appeared several miles away with a gloomy face, surrounded by a touch of golden light. He collected the essence of earth movement, and used the secret method to refine the "Return Substitute Talisman" on the fourth-order earth chip to help him out of the predicament at the critical moment.

It's not enough to just be beaten, and it's a fart.

As long as there was a slight chance that he could break through the tortoise shell of the monk whose body was tempered more than a magic weapon, he would fight for a while even with the rare amulet that he didn't have much at hand. @*～～

"Acceptance!"

Monk Fabao said a polite word with no expression on his face.

He was also very aggrieved when he saw Lu Changyuan flying from the viewing platform by the sea, he looked at the young Taoist priest: "Zhang Daoyou, let's fight first."

After a half fight, my hands were itchy.

I hope that the Taoist priest named by Daoist Lu to compete with each other by name can make him addicted.

"Junior Brother, no!"

"No, you can't fight him with the magic weapon."

Two voices came at the same time, namely Monk Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan.

The magic weapon was very depressed. Listening to them, it seemed that he couldn't beat the Taoist priest?

Zhang Wenfeng put his right hand on the black cloth bag at his waist, and touched the stone figurine of the dead ghost in the bag with his palm. The figurines are dark in color, with a dark sapphire luster. He thinks that the current Yin soldiers should be able to display their fourth-level strength, right?

Of course he didn't want to waste his last chance to die for the magic weapon monk.

Even if the magic weapon monk is hacked to death, the loss outweighs the gain.

Fa Yuan and Lu Changyuan prevented the magic monk from competing with him, which made him surprised and curious. Does he have any means to defeat the magic monk?Why doesn't he know himself?

"Why can't you fight with him? Or fellow Daoist Lu, you can fight with him first, and I can do it later."

Monk Fabao was very stubborn, so he had to break the casserole and ask for clarification.

Lu Changyuan shook his head and smiled, "No way! I won't lie to you!"

There is no room for return.

Chapter 599 Inquiring about Rare Treasures

Monk Fabao did not stick to his point of view, and retreated together. Both of them advised him not to, not to fight with the Taoist priest who seemed to be innocuous, and did not tell him the reason. The same result.

Let's take a look at the fight between the Taoist priest and Lu Daoyou.

Zhang Wenfeng flew to the surface of the sea. He silently applied the magical power of the blue light covering spell to himself, and then activated the magical power of the "moving wood and changing shadow spell". The scholars outside went away.

The sword intent of the flowing water poured down, and the sea below echoed the roar and swept across, and the water vapor rose and filled the air, with an astonishing momentum.

Lu Changyuan watched the sword intent attack, and chanted with his fan: "The wind is high, let's fight for the light."

A breeze and the seven characters turned into countless tiny white lights, entangled the unstoppable sword intent, moistened things silently and melted, and the undulating and turbulent sea water below dispersed to the surroundings.

Zhang Wenfeng's "opening the door and bowing to the guest" made him give up halfway. With a twist of his right wrist, the long sword suddenly moved forward.

The simple immortal guides the way, the sword energy pierces the breeze and white light, "One sword produces ten thousand things, and the dead wood is in spring again". wood shadow.

"Good swordsmanship! Good sword intent!"

Lu Changyuan said with a chuckle, his figure receded with the wind, and sang again, "A hectare contains autumn green, and the forest wind breaks through ten thousand poles."

The ten characters turn into birds and autumn wind, blowing in all directions, the wind whistling, and the trees shaking.

This fight is very different from the previous fight between the magic weapon monk and Tu Kun.

Less thrilling, more pleasing to the eye.

Many third-tier masters in Scattered Island City saw that the two from the east did not look like thieves, but sat down and talked with Master Fayuan and others, and then competed one-on-one in the air, and flew out of the city to fight outside.

Rong Shuzhi, Shui Qingru and several others flew nearly twenty li to watch the masters fight.

"'Voice and pen attack', what a master!"

Rong Shu's cultivation base has not recovered, his eyesight is not bad, he praised in a low voice.

too strong!

He suspects that the scholar is the reincarnation of a great Confucianism cultivator hundreds of years ago. "Criticism by mouth and pen" is a Confucian elementary supernatural power, and there is no one in a million who can comprehend it. To comprehend this supernatural power.

Haste makes waste, and we can only move forward steadily and steadily.

Shui Qingru asked: "Can my master win?"

She was worried that the unreasonably strong and domineering monk challenged her master, and the earth guardian was beaten by the fierce monk so that she was unable to fight back. She saw it, and was very worried that the master would be injured if he failed to fight.

Rong Shuzhi shook his head and smiled, "Winning or losing is not important, what matters is the process."

Shui Qingru was baffled, could this little sour scholar be with that foreign scholar?

Why don't you turn your elbows out and say nothing nice?

Fortunately, Master is so kind to him, like Wang Nianjiao, he is willing to give anything, and responds to every request.

There was a sudden change in the fighting situation over there, the shadow of the tree was blown uprooted by the autumn wind, and when the sword energy was chaotic, a ray of blue burst out through the wind, stabbing the leisurely and smiling scholar at an extremely fast speed.

"it is good!"

As soon as Shui Qingru said hello, he saw that the figure of the scholar who looked back was like an empty shell, torn apart and dissipated in the air.

Lu Changyuan appeared in the distance, smiling and singing: "Come and not reciprocate!"

The white characters were swimming like living creatures, appearing around Guanzhu Zhang with the blowing breeze, like an invisible stream surrounded and besieged, full of murderous intentions.

Zhang Wenfeng's figure rose and fell several feet away, as fast as a ghost, leaving behind double shadows. The sword in his hand pierced the transformed characters in the invisible stream almost at the same moment, and gained a very short chance to slow Qingfeng. The Shanshui Shifting Talisman was triggered, and escaped from the encirclement in a series of ghost images.

"Boom", the invisible stream encloses like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, splashing countless white waves.

Zhang Wenfeng showed his figure on the island a few miles away, and was about to use the bronze fish pattern talisman and Qingxiao Thunder Gathering Curse supernatural power to create an opportunity for the subsequent sword supernatural power and sword town god head attack.

Lu Changyuan put away his jade fan with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "It's not beautiful to turn a fight into a jade silk. It's not beautiful to get angry. Lu has had a good time today, thank you for your enlightenment!"

He tested the other party's merits and virtues to protect him, and tasted it.

Preventing Monk Fabao from challenging Daoist Zhang is not because Monk Fabao smeared Yinde and suffered dark losses. I believe that Monk Fayuan also saw this, but there are some truths that cannot be explained by Fabao. .

With his current cultivation strength, he can compete a few tricks with a fifth-order monk, and even if he can't win, his life is no problem.

He also saw that the other party had received the guidance of an expert, comprehended a few superficial supernatural powers, and had the ability to fight for his life.

It's no longer interesting to fight any longer, so let's give up.

So what for him to win?

As the little scholar over there said: Winning or losing is not important, what matters is the process.

This place in the Eastern Continent is full of outstanding people and talented people.

Zhang Wenfeng felt an indistinct breeze passing by, and the sand, leaves and dry grass that had just been stirred up in the air by his hands slowly fell to the ground. The wind was calm, and he cupped his hands in return: "The tea is not cold, please, fellow Daoist Lu!"

A fight started off wonderfully, but it ended anticlimactic.

The third-tier monks who watched the battle from a distance were still unsatisfied, and returned to the city one after another, talking in low voices.

Rong Shuzhi noticed that the foreign Confucianism cultivator had glanced at him, he bowed his hands back, and went back to the city with Shui Qingru.

Everyone sat down on the simple viewing platform again, Fayuan and Fabao were still having a heart-to-heart talk in the corner, what the two said was incomprehensible to others, and only saw the monk Fabao kept clasping together and being taught, his forehead slightly sweating.

Lu Changyuan was erudite and talkative, and he didn't let any of the three sitting down, talking and laughing, talking and laughing happily.

The guests and hosts in the observation deck had a good time, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After chatting about his travels, Lu Changyuan smiled and said: "A certain Lu was looking through the ancient books of sages, and once saw the rumor of the 'Dragon Bone Pen', he was able to write 'Longyou Nine Heavens, and the charm is natural'. I was yearning for it. Is there any news about the immortal keel for thousands of years? Regardless of whether it is true or not, Lu will definitely be rewarded."

Zhang Wenfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile: "Thousands of years, the immortal keel bone is a rare item in the rumors. In Da'an territory, I haven't heard of anyone discovering it yet."

He wondered if the other party had gotten some kind of clue from the classics, and came for the dragon skeleton and dragon soul in the town dragon cave under Tuofeng Ridge?

When I met and exchanged with True Monarch Merlin, I also forgot to inquire with True Monarch.

Tu Kun smiled and looked at Chu Qing'er, who didn't speak much, and said, "Your witch clan has a profound heritage. If you have a thousand-year-old keel collection, it's a good time to exchange some exotic treasures with Fellow Daoist Lu."

He is used to cooperating with the temple master, how can he reveal the slightest tone of that dragon skeleton?He also expected to use the Dragon Soul's might to overcome a difficulty in cultivation, so he casually drew his attention to Chu Qing'er.

Lu Changyuan also looked at the woman, and added: "Not too much, just a small keel."

Chu Qing'er frowned and thought about it carefully, then shook her head and said, "It seems that there is no keel in the treasure house of the Wu Clan."

Lu Changyuan wiped his hands in front of his body, laid out several treasures, and said, "Please ask fellow Daoist Chu Feijian to send an interrogation back, and Lu can take out the 500-year-old 'Xingguanguo', which is a mysterious pearl that breaks the fourth rank and breaks the fifth rank. , Tier [-] spar and other treasures are used for exchange, or if you need any treasures, even if you ask, Lu does not have it, and he can find a way to exchange it."

Chu Qing'er saw that her eyes were bright, she nodded and said, "Let me ask."

Tu Kun patted his forehead and said: "You should put away the treasure, fellow Daoist Lu, hey, you have the desire to seduce someone to rob you, fellow Daoist Lu, you must be intentionally harming others."

Lu Changyuan laughed loudly, "Friend Tu is just joking." With a wave of his sleeves, he collected several treasures.

Is he the one who cares about being robbed by others?

Where can I get the rare items I need if I don’t place some heavy treasures?

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I'll interrogate the Taoist Supervisor of Da'an Daolu Academy and Zhou Guanshi of Dayi Dao Palace to see if there are thousand-year-old dragon bones in the treasure house. If the transaction is successful, we can also share some treasures .”

He wanted to interrogate Yang Shuilan, and asked her to restrain Xiao Ni'er for a period of time, and not let her out to run around.

Don't be afraid of anything, Xiao Ni'er has the blood of a flood dragon, so it will be a big trouble for Lu Changyuan to follow her.

Chapter 600

Xianling Temple, under the shade of trees on the east wall of Qingzheng Bieyuan.

The old cripple is old, but his spirit is still strong, his ears are still intact, and his right hand is holding the wine bowl with three fingers. When he touches the thick bowl extended by the thick black man opposite the small wooden table, he takes a sip of the old wine and says with satisfaction: "It's still your thoughtfulness of Donkey Day, coming to find me a drink every now and then, it's not in vain for me to feed you a handful of fodder and beans."

Lu Zijin's big black man drank his drink in one gulp and wiped his ticking chin with his sleeves. The heroic heroes in the play are so informal, and laughed and scolded: "You old man, don't come here, it's too bad you still have the face to mention it." Back then, who was..."

"Cheng, Cheng, don't even mention those rotten old calendars, I don't want to quarrel with you again. You are a donkey, I don't remember half of your kindness, you remember a lot of trivial things when you beat you and scolded you, you have a small mind." , if I can't find someone idle, I'm too lazy to drink with you..."

"Hey, old man, you have become more and more powerful in the way you raked the crops. You kept saying that you wanted to hire the pigger. I will remember this grudge forever."

"Ah bah, I just scare you verbally, when did you invite me? Which of your donkey eyes saw the pigger go up the mountain, did the donkey invite me to drink, or did you come to get angry?"

"Drinking and drinking, talking and joking, old man, you are so impatient, you can't take a joke anymore."

The big black man hurriedly filled his empty bowl with wine, held it up to respect the old man.

The busy women in the kitchen and the young people in the foreign affairs hall were no strangers to the two drinking and arguing outside. They just thought they were listening to the excitement. Not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Lu Zijin's ears moved slightly, he noticed that someone had entered the archway, took a sip of wine, and asked in a low voice, "I haven't seen Lezi and the two of them for a long time, have you returned to Liuzhihe?"

"When I mention this matter, I get annoyed. The little bastard has a daughter-in-law and forgets about his father. He stays in the house all day long and sees no one for half a year."

"When will you drink their wedding wine? It's not a problem if it takes a long time."

"Who says no, that bastard..."

The old cripple was full of complaints, and he was so bored in his heart that he drank and scolded his son, and chatted with the donkey all day long, and he felt a little more at ease in his heart. Before he finished speaking, he saw two people falling from the sky to the nearby , it was his little brat and Yang Shuilan.

"Father, drink less."

Lezi complained and shouted, if he doesn't show up again, I don't know what bad words the old man will say.

He also knew that it was Lu Zijin who noticed that they were back and deliberately provoked trouble.

"Uncle Fang."

Yang Shuilan laughed.

The old cripple hurriedly put down the wine bowl and got up, the creases on his face stretched out, and he smiled brightly: "Hey, Shuilan is back, what do you want to eat? Uncle Fang went to the stove to cook some special dishes. The seedlings of the lingcai radish planted are fresh and tender, I will pull them out and fry them."

Glancing at Lu Zijin who jumped off the wall and ran away, he turned around to deal with the restless and kind donkey.